“Well, according to my own very biased perception, this is the prettiest song I’ve written in a long time. I wrote it about a year ago.

It’s about being in a war and hiding while bombs fall overhead — hiding in order to go plant a garden, and at the same time feeling like a centipede (something very of-the-earth). A centipede has so many legs and uses all of them when it walks, yet it barely moves for the number of legs it has: ‘so many legs just to go nowhere.’ And somehow I connect that to Kafka’s Metamorphosis: locking myself away in my room to hide from that war while slowly turning into that insect the story describes.”